The pillow that you rested your head against when you saw that beautiful dream last night. It was the pillow that saw your dream with you.
The pillow that moistened with the tears when you cried on the night of heartbreak. The pillow you dumped your face into when you did not want the world to know you were crying. The pillow you hugged when you were away from your parents.
The pillow lives our life with us. In all our consciousness. And in the passive state of sleep too.